Yesterday I decided to make this new dish that my mom copied down for me while she was in California. It's called Thai Chicken. Reading through the recipe I thought that it sounded so so good and super easy! How much easier could it get than sticking something in a crock pot?
The recipe called for 4 WHOLE chicken breasts (that's 8 individual breasts, for those of you who, like me, didn't know that... and that's a stinking lot) so I halved the recipe. 2 whole breasts, or 4 pieces, half a can of coconut milk, 1 whole onion chopped up tiny, turmeric and red pepper flakes, set on low for 5 hours, cranked up to high when the chicken gets tender, add some pineapple pieces, some cornstarch and water, let it sit on high for 15 minutes, serve it over brown rice... mmmmm....
Easy right?
Well, yeah, except for the fact that my crock pot has a lethal lock'n'go feature that cut my pointer finger when I tried to unlock it!
I thought it would be better to lock the crock pot because the lid stays on much tighter and I figured it would cook a little faster... but when I unlocked it to take the lid off, one of the little doohickeys that keeps the lid on snapped back and hit me in the finger. I didn't even notice it did me any damage until i noticed blood streaming down my right hand.
"What the...?" *blast water at the sink* *run finger under water* "Why does this not hurt??.... ok, seriously... why does this NOT hurt?!"
Should I be grateful I'm not feeling any pain in my fingers? Is that just because I'm cutting my fingers so much lately that I'm just immune to the pain now? I mean, seriously, it was a big old gash in my finger right on my knuckle, and it should have hurt really badly, I can't understand it, isn't there a name for that? Some kind of disease? Oh well, next time I feel pain in my fingers from a cut, we'll have a party.
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